Pines of every age fill the air…
I asked God for a hug, and I got arms…I asked God for clarity, and I got silence…I asked for awareness of God’s presence, and I got freedom.
On the way home from retreat…part of me is clinging so tightly to what I fear may be left behind my fingernails are bloody.
May we accept more fully our beauty and belovedness.
And welcome whatever happens…And forget what you thought you knew – all of it. And welcome God, as God wishes to be with you.